A Great Emergency: And Other Tales

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George Bell, 1889 - 128 pages
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Page 96 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 74 - Be ye angry, and sin not : let not the sun go down upon your wrath : neither give place to the devil.
Page 122 - To each his sufferings : — all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more : where ignorance is bliss,
Page 85 - Truly my hope is even in Thee; in Thee, O Lord, have I trusted, let me never be confounded.
Page 103 - I did not like it when it was done ; but Richard praised it so much, it cheered me up, and I thought his mosses looked lovely. The flower-show day was very hot. I did not think it could be hotter anywhere in the world than it was in the field where the show was ; but it was hotter in the tent. We should never have got in at all — for you had to pay at the gate — but they let competitors in free, though not at first. When we got in, there were a lot of grown-up people, and it was very hard work...
Page 103 - The boys agreed and they were very good. Richard made me a box, rather high at the back. We put sand at the bottom and made it damp, and then feather moss, lovely clumps of it, and into that I stuck the flowers. "They all came out of " Our Field." I like to see grass with flowers, and we had very pretty grasses, and between every bunch of flowers I put a bunch of grass of different kinds. I got all the flowers and all the grasses ready first, and printed the names on pieces of cardboard to stick...
Page 101 - I was a jeweller, and sold daisy-chains and pebbles, and coral sets made of holly berries, and oak-apple necklaces ; and sometimes I kept provisions, like earth-nuts, and mallow-cheeses, and mushrooms ; and sometimes I kept a flower-shop, and sold nosegays and wreaths, and umbrellas made of rushes. I liked that kind of shop, because I am fond of arranging flowers, and I always make our birthday wreaths. And sometimes I kept a whole lot of shops, and Richard and Sandy bought my things, and paid for...
Page 96 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 107 - ... box, which was hidden under her pinafore. When we grown-up people were children, and plum-cake and plum-pudding tasted very much nicer than they do now, we also picked out the plums. Some of us ate them at once, and had then to toil slowly through the cake or pudding, and some valiantly despatched the plainer portion of the feast at the beginning, and kept the plums to sweeten the end.
Page 100 - Guess!" between every mouthful. But when there was not a crumb left in the seams of his pockets, Sandy turned them back, and jumping up, said — "One can only tell a secret once. It's a hollow oak. Come along!

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